Fire, water, stone, and knives
Of barren houses, broken lives
Roars of thunder, death in sky
Fate has come, doom is nigh
Youth is passing, age regress
Gone is heart, gone is breath
What is courage, what is fear?
What is time but passing year?
Victory is naught but life for life
Death for death, loss and strife
Come thee all and come thee did
What comes of triumph but thy life thee bid?
Flame leapt and seared, mine heart did burn
Crumbling ashes, naught left to yearn
Thine eyes grow dimmer, thee do depart
What was love that had no start?
Trembling lips, heart, and breath
The end forgo in naught but death
He had a cloak, he had a scythe
His eyes did gleam, loathes what's blithe
Tumbling swords, axes, bow
What thine people reap, they'll surely sow
Caught up in clouds, caught up in tide
'Twas not only thee, but more whom died
Verily, verily, come what may
If thee had not gone, I might have stayed
But he takes all, leaves naught left
Twas his before, hence 'tis not theft
Naught remains, he shan't look back
Cares not for pity, cares not for lack
He leaves me barren, stripped and cold
I had been warned, I had been told
A toiling road 'tis death to cheat
A stolen love, how bittersweet
A/N: Lied, not a three-shot. Sort of corny I know, but I thought it gave it a sort of artistically/tragical flare. And yes, this actually is the last update.
Thank you ever-so-much for all the reviews. It seems as though my Sigrid touched a chord in many of my readers, and your feedback has been incredible. There's nothing an author likes to hear more than to know her work is being appreciated.
Also, I have tentatively posted an alternate ending for this, titled uair amháin, where Kili does not die and maybe, possible Sigrid and he embark on the twisting journey of a romance between two races. The first chapter (and coming soon, the rest) can be found on my profile.
Thank you again!